Slowly, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was her, disbelief filling his eyes.
After that life-and-death experience, she too felt his reckless protection, and there was a layer of complex emotion in her gaze.
Zhan Nanjue slowly shifted his gaze to her hand.
Gong Shirao realized that they were still strangers, making such a gesture too abrupt, so she hurriedly withdrew her hand, hiding it behind her back, her face full of unease.
"I heard you went to Senior Ji's birthday party for me, is that true?"
"Who said that?" Zhan Nanjue, just awake, still looked a bit pale, his lips slightly curved, neither admitting nor denying it.
Gong Shirao continued to ask, "I heard you have a gift for me? What is it?"
Zhan Nanjue opened his mouth to speak, "Do you want it?"
Gong Shirao said, "…It's up to you."
Zhan Nanjue moved his right hand, feeling it numb, then told Gong Shirao, "In the right pocket of my pants, find it yourself."
